Remembering the Chicken Coupe

I can remember listening to “ghost stories” from my dad growing up but nothing prepared me for what I already knew in the back of my mind and let me tell you denial is a very real thing so is Karma I watched her waltz onto the lives of many people this year. As a toddler I lived in a little farm house on top of a hill, it had a large pond in the front and a bluff beside the yard that overlooked Bowling Green, KY. In the back yard was a big deep farm well, huge barn and workshop and a smaller house that belonged to my uncle. I played outside alone and had rules I followed.